“Jungkook!” I said shocked, when I looked up and saw Jungkook standing in the doorway of the kitchen, after he giggled softly.
“Ahh you’re up.” My grandma said walking up to him, and hugging him, like she had known him for his whole life. That’s the thing about my grandma, she is EXTREMELY friendly towards people.
Jungkook hugged my grandma back, and smiled.
“How did you sleep?” My grandma asked, pulling away, and going back to the stove, as I leaned against the wall near the table, awkwardly.
“Good. Except for the storm last night.” He said shivering slightly at the thought.
“So you really don’t like storms?” I asked, thinking about how he kept getting closer to me last night, the whole time during the storm.
“That’s okay sweetheart.” My grandma said. “Taehyung was like that up until a year or two ago.” Jungkook giggled, and I pouted.
“Yah! Grandma! You’re not supposed to tell anybody that.” My grandma chuckled, and I crossed my arms over my chest.
“And why not? Jungkook can admit that he is afraid.
Why can’t you admit that you were the same way?” Jungkook giggled, and took a seat at the table right next to me, and leaned his head back, so he was looking up at me.
“It’s okay hyung. I won’t tell anybody.” Jungkook held out his pinky finger. “Pinky promise.” He smiled, causing me to smile at his cuteness.
I wrapped my pinky finger around his, and he smiled brightly.